What's the one thing you're most neurotic about?
Without question my teeth.
I love to brush them and I love my Sonciare toothbrush and I HATE the feeling of grunge on my teeth. I will spend 20 minutes in the bathroom just brushing and flossing. I have my own plaque scraper and I know how to use it.
And oh yeah, I've never had a cavity. EVER. And I love my dentist.
What talent do you have that you wish more people would recognize?
OH SNAP!
Is just being a bad-ass biznitch a talent? Cuz, fo' real, ya'll betta recognize!
Talent I should recognize? Being a good mommy and fiance.
Talent others should recognize? When I can focus long enough, I'm a pretty good writer. (I know, can't tell from my blog. :-P)
I'm a hella good bartender. I don't 'flair' and throw bottles and crap, but if you're the fourth deep in the bar, you better believe you're getting your drink on in the shortest amount of time possible. Don't wanna taste your booze? Got ya covered. Think I'm watering down your drink? After I bitch slap you I'll let you know that if you wanna go toe to toe with me, stop dancing and sweating it out faster than I can put it in and stand here with me. Then we'll see who's watered down. (Damn you Miami and your big boob to bartend requirement!)
Um, damn near professional smart-ass.
Oooh, yeah, and I'm a decent circus freak too. Not as bendy as I should be, but hey, gotta leave something to work on.
This is fun!
How about thinking for other people? I've become pretty good at that in the last <ahem> two years.
Did I go this long without discussing my, oh nevermind, that's just too obvious for the question posed.
Damn, I'm also a professional procrastinator. Get back to it, woman!
I'm slowly coming to the realization that there's no point in loathing things that I can't change. Therefore, future loathing lists will only contain things that I can work on to make better, mainly things about myself. I'm shooting for a more positive tip and all around better nattitude, thanks Dr. Victorine. So, without further ado, the list.
Today's loathes:
Today's loves:
That's what I have for now. I've got to get back to work. So much to do, so little time. 2 days till vacation and 12 until it's once again time to fly. HEP!
Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?
Really? Could be that my sense of humor is dark, dry and utterly sarcastic. Could be that my idea of jokes are some people's idea of mean. Maybe because, at times, the jokes I make are over their heads and that equals I'm being mean. Could be because I'm just a bitch at times.
Wait, no, cross out all those answers. Real answer = I don't care.
See? I am a bitch.
You know, because I don't Vox on weekends. Any old excuse will do.
Okay, if I don't get these things out, they'll be stuck in my head and they'll be in the way of doing my other stuff.
On commercials:
Yankeebob reminded me of this. If you aren't in Florida or Georgia or one of the three other states that has a Publix, then you will not have seen this commercial. Just so you know, Publix is a grocery store like your Winn-Dixie, Giant Eagle (pronounced Iggle), Albertsons, Kroger, whatever monstrous chain you have in your area. Their slogan is "Publix. Where shopping is a pleasure."
They do these commercials about family and family time and such and Lovey seemed to find this one to be amusing. It rotates around a black family and a woman who just married into the family. She has just returned from her honeymoon and is attending a family function. She is in someone's house and everyone is cooking and following recipes on beat up index cards. Her husband tries to peek at one of the cards and the woman holding it (presumably his sister) yanks it away.
Everyone is cooking away and ignoring this poor new addition to the family. Someone asks about her honeymoon and she starts to answer but gets pushed out of the way and all of a sudden, it's time to go to Big Momma's house. The food is being passed around and everyone is chowing down but the Noob still feels a little uncomfortable. Of course, the watchful eye of Big Momma sees this. After dinner is cleared (this all happens in about 30 seconds, mind you), BM brings out a cake and Hubby whispers to the Noob that 'that's the cake I was telling you about'. Three layers of yellow cake with fruit and whipped cream in the middle. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?
No one eats on camera and everyone is now leaving. BM is showing everyone the door and tells the Noob, "Welcome to the family." Noob gives her best fake smile and as she and Hubby walk away, Noob reaches into her pocket to find the recipe for the cake. AWWWWWWW!
Lovey found this commercial to be funny, bordering on dumb, but then again, Lovey ain't black. Kudos to whatever ad agency wrote that one up because it's pretty darn true. My Gram wouldn't write a recipe down. EVER. She took some great recipes to her grave. I'm the only one that can even get close to her mac and cheese because I would stand under her in the kitchen constantly. Does this part of the blog have an ending? No.
On wedding plans:
I am so not girly when it comes to this sort of thing. I've never wanted the white dress/church wedding. Ever since I can remember, I've been upsetting my mom with a 'why can't I get married in the back yard and have a BBQ' attitude. Last week, Lovey and I were briefly discussing getting married after watching a funny video. I mentioned that I wasn't into the whole thing and he said that he was fine with that. I did say, though, that if it was gonna be anything even remotely done-up, that I would want it to be at the Club Med here in Florida so it would be easier to gather my friends since they're scattered all over. Lovey happened to love that idea, hooray. So we didn't set a date, per se, but figured we'd do it before our big move out west. So, spring to early summer of 2010 is the date.
On to-do lists:
Okay, it isn't as bad as I thought, but I feel like I'm missing something. It all has to be done between work and sanity time and leaving work early on Wednesday to get Kiddo to the airport and our early departure on Thursday. Go me!
So, not that many will notice, but I'll be off the radar beginning Wednesday afternoon, returning Monday. I lurve a 3 day workweek. Peace out, ya'll. And, oh yeah, HEP!